He Qimo felt a constant discomfort, pain, and entanglement on the way.
He caught the last flight from Beijing back to Rong City that evening.
In the deep of night, he saw Little Hetao already with a fever of this extent and held him to the children's hospital.
...
Inside the Ping Lake District villa.
Facing Feng Chengjin's gesture, Qiu Zhixuan's heart trembled to the extreme.
Especially when Feng Chengjin's palm, so warm, slid along her skin, touching such sensitive areas…
Her face instantly turned a peachy pink, even more than the redness of a red rose.
As Feng Chengjin smiled, he reached further inside, more wickedly.
In an instant, Qiu Zhixuan's body tensed like a bow. It must be said, after not seeing each other for two years, Feng Chengjin was really being somewhat naughty these days…
She struggled, feeling her calves somewhat excessively numb.
